“All children, except one, grow up. They soon know that they will grow up, and the way Wendy knew was this. One day when she was two years old she was playing in the garden, and she plucked another flower and ran with it to her mother. I suppose she must have looked rather delightful, for Mrs. Darling put her hand to her heart and cried, ‘Oh, why can’t you remain like this for ever!’ This was all that passed between them on the subject, but henceforth Wendy knew that she must grow up. You always know after you are two. Two is the beginning of the end.”
- James M. Barrie 'Peter Pan'
Wednesday, April 4, 2012
Quote: Mary Doria Russel
"Literature changes you. When you're done reading, you're a different person."
Labels:
Books,
Literature,
Mary Doria Russel,
Reading
Monday, August 22, 2011
Sunday, August 21, 2011
Quote - Titus - "Titus Andronicus" 1.1
"Behold the poor remains, alive and dead.
These that survive let Rome reward with love;
These that I bring unto their latest home,
With burial among their ancestors.
Here Goths have given me leave to sheathe my sword.
Titus unkind, and careless of thine own,
Why suffer'st thou thy sons unburied yet
To hover on the dreadful shore of Styx?
Make way to lay them by their bretheren.
There greet in silence as the dead are wont,
And sleep in peace, slain in your country's wars.
O sacred receptacle of my joys,
Sweet cell of virtue and nobility,
How many sons hast thou of mine in store
That thou wilt never render to me more!”
These that survive let Rome reward with love;
These that I bring unto their latest home,
With burial among their ancestors.
Here Goths have given me leave to sheathe my sword.
Titus unkind, and careless of thine own,
Why suffer'st thou thy sons unburied yet
To hover on the dreadful shore of Styx?
Make way to lay them by their bretheren.
There greet in silence as the dead are wont,
And sleep in peace, slain in your country's wars.
O sacred receptacle of my joys,
Sweet cell of virtue and nobility,
How many sons hast thou of mine in store
That thou wilt never render to me more!”
Labels:
Burial,
Death,
Father,
Loss,
Patriotism,
Plays,
Quote,
Rome,
Shakespeare,
Son,
Titus,
Titus Andronicus,
Tragedies,
War,
William Shakespeare
Thursday, January 13, 2011
Redneck Tenors Live - Beethoven's 5th Symphony
Gotta love the mullets! See us rednecks gots culture too! LOL ;)
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